A bundle of clothes flew through the air, caught haphazardly by a semi-startled looking Izaya Orihara. "Here, try those ones. And gimme that stupid jacket." Shizuo seized the jacket that he had dubbed the 'cheap hooker' jacket and shoved it on the top shelf where Izaya couldn't reach.
Shizuo really didn't see why Izaya needed such a large closet when he wore just about the same outfit every day, but he wasn't one to judge. It was being put to good use now at least. In commemoration of their one-year anniversary, Izaya had suggested that they play a game. Shizuo didn't realize that the game would end up being dress up, but it certainly had the potential to be fun and so far it was living up to his expectations.
Izaya watched and held back a pout as his jacket was ripped from his grasp. He took the clothes from Shizuo and went into the bathroom to change. The clothes weren't something he would normally wear but this was his idea after all, so he accepted it. Izaya stripped himself of his normal shirt and pants and put on the new outfit. Shizuo smirked approvingly when Izaya reentered the room dressed in a classy black and white three piece suit, complete with a blood red tie that Shizuo felt brought out the reddish tint in his eyes.
"Yeah, I was right. You look great. You should dress like that all the time." Shizuo said, obviously joking about the last part but still speaking in a serious tone.
Izaya strode over to the mirror with swagger and smirked. "I do look pretty professional, but it's restricting and I can't move that freely. It will be harder to chase you." He teased.
"You? Chase me? I guess that suit is too tight; it's restricting the blood flow to your brain!" Shizuo retorted condescendingly, striding over and loosening the tie. "Is that better?"
Izaya shrugged slightly. "A bit," he said. "I'm not used to wearing fitted clothing like this. That's why I like my jacket, it's loose and comfortable." To prove his point, he flapped his arms to show off his lack of free movement.
"You'll get used to it." Shizuo ruffled Izaya's soft raven locks affectionately. "Alright, now it's your turn. Gimme your worst."
Izaya smirked and rolled up his sleeves and reached into the bag and pulled out an American band tee, a denim jacket, and ripped skinny jeans and handed him the clothes. He sat on the bed and waited for the blond to change.
Whereas Izaya had left the room to change, Shizuo didn't bother. He shucked off his clothes and tugged the jeans on first, wiggling a little bit to get them on and cursing when the bottoms got stuck on his heel. He tugged the shirt on next and topped it off with the jacket.
"These things are a pain in the ass." Shizuo groused, glowering at the skinny jeans in Izaya's full length mirror.
Izaya couldn't help but let out a radiant smirk. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear. What some might call 'fuckable'." He snickered and examined Shizuo's frame. "But in all honesty, you look great and I think you should wear these kinds of clothes for me all the time because your ass looks fantastic."
"Uh... Thanks. I think. Maybe." Shizuo said awkwardly. "But I think I'll stick with my normal clothes."
"Then I'll do the same. These clothes are stuffy." Izaya returned to the bathroom hurriedly to remove the offending suit and Shizuo swiftly removed the clothing that Izaya had given him.
As he dressed, his gaze fell on the pile of black fabric and tan fur that was Izaya's beloved jacket. He really did hate that jacket, but Izaya loved it for reasons he could not begin to fathom. He straightened up and looked at it with clear distaste before picking it up and folding it neatly, placing it on the bed for when Izaya came back.
"Little fucker," he breathed a sigh, "I love you."